Criss Cross

Criss cross

Of Shoelaces

Hair styles

And patterns

6th grade was simple

Simple lives

Simple times

Simple choices

Cliques and baseless critiques

The crossing of paths and fates

And the creation of opportunities

With people or animals

Snails or snakes

Criss cross

Of knots

Clasped hands

And the trails of tears

7th grade was when things started

Friendships

Relationships

All speeding in the water

Leaving only foam and broken hearts behind.

When the mood goes gray

And the clouds runs white

Like a canvas in the sky

Awaiting to be painted

What are you?

What are you really?

But a canvas to be painted in a

Criss-Cross

8th grade

Thank god

So close,

Yet so far,

Ill miss you all

The heartache is nothing

Compared to the memories

Thank you.

A/N: This was my actual Graduation Speech.

(6.3.2018)

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